I'm all about the free stuff and so were my companions, Samantha and Rebecca. There are lots of free activities in New York, but we'd already been to the Public Library, the Brooklyn Bridge and Times Square, so where to next?
How about the park? The Central Park, to be specific.
We met up with one of Samantha's friends. I think his name was Peter or Sam or something like that. He brought one of his friends too and we spread pixie dust all over the park. Ok, that last part isn't true, but our visit was pretty magical.
We even ran into Alice and her friends.
Americans, prepare to be impressed. Aussies, prepare not to care... We saw (and touched!) the Balto statue.
Samantha and I were captivated by the tale of the heroic canine when we heard it in Washington DC just a few days earlier.
Dinner that night was shockingly not another of America's fast food offerings, but a legit restaurant with some more of Samantha's friends.
The best part about Dallas BBQ was how cool I felt pouring my own alcohol into my strawberry daiquiri.
It tasted okay, but here I look like I'm enjoying it.
We were also presented with some fairly decent, but also FREE cupcakes.
We thought about climbing to the pinnacle of the Empire State, but it was foggy and we were tired. Plus I'd made that voyage during the daylight one year. Please don't tell me how much better it is at night.
After a slumber in the apparently sleepless city we set off for the Guggenheim. We must've seemed like art enthusiasts while we waited outside for it to open. We accidentally arrived before opening time. Once we were permitted entry I quickly realised the best parts about our visit were the architecture...
... and being able to say, "Oh yes, well we spent the morning at the Guggenheim..." and "I remember when I went to the Guggenheim in early 2016...".
The place was as pretentious as it sounds. The artwork? Mostly postmodern.
I decided to be an artiste. Who says artwork can't begin in the bathroom?
There was also a splash of Kandinsky
and a smattering of Impressionists.
Samantha, Rebecca and I also took a trip to The Met. I love that place.
This guy was also beyond stoked to be there.
America hosts an abundance of museums. Of the small percentage I've explored The Metropolitan Museum of Art is my favourite. Who doesn't love options? There's stuff from a whole bunch of countries and a stack of centuries. The layout, and of course the maps, makes it easy to adventure everywhere.
We found a couture collection I'd never want to wear, but enjoyed sussing out.
I learnt a thing or two about glamour.
Next we found some furniture of the gilded age.
Not everyone loves The Met as much as me.
Maybe they'd been subjected to recorders earlier.
We found them along with some other musical instruments.
That was one large sax.
Then we discovered some of the Greek and Roman offerings.
Poor lady was unaware of her wardrobe malfunction.
On the way back to our hotel we took a quick stop at Grand Central Station. Just another free activity.
Later that night we found faith, trust, a little pixie dust and a confused tourist to take our photo.
Our final night in the big city called for a trip to Neverland.
The characterisation was perfect. Matthew Morrison and the boys were a delight. The musical would've been better as a play. The storyline, chemistry, emotion, costumes and a pixie dusted death were stunning.
Our time in New York had ended and it was time for Samantha and I to bus it to Boston. But not before farewelling Rebecca and my final trick in New York - I hailed a taxi.
